Dinner Party R2-D2 Cake – Geeky Curiosity of the Week

byGreat White Snark| updated onOctober 21, 2008

I’ve received details on a handful of really spectacular cakes, lately. Which I’m sure is the Baby Jesus’s way of rewarding me for my latest stint of unplanned celibacy. The Lord smiles upon purity, people. I’ve practically regrown my virginity.

Not to worry, ravenous travelers of the internet tubes, I wouldn’t show you an image of food porn like that without accompanying it with a bit of confectionary dirty talk. In my renewed chastity, I might have forgotten how to arouse a, uh, loin… but I do remember how to talk up a cake-rection.

From Sasha:

The R2-D2 was iced in buttercream and made out of our Peppermint Patty flavor cake. Peppermint Patty is a peppermint chocolate chip cake that we fill with layers of chocolate ganache, peppermint cream and peppermint bits.

So you’re saying there’s some peppermint.

With all of our sculpted cakes, we don’t take the easy approach. None of our cakes, sculpted or non-sculpted have buttercream fillings, which I’m told can make the sculpting process easier, but we want the cake to taste really good (something we’re known for), not just look good.

Not for nothing, but I’ve also been accused of both looking good and tasting good. Tell your friends. But only the pretty ones. With lady parts.

The R2-D2 was made for an assistant manager of the Dining Commons at a local university here. All we were told when the order was placed was that it was for a dinner party at the Dining Commons that he was throwing. We thought it was a little extravagant to be ordered for what was essentially a college cafe/cafeteria, but we think that he secretly wanted this cake for himself and needed an excuse to order one, which is fine with us. We don’t ask questions :-)

Yes, we Star Wars fans are notoriously insidious, and will manipulate the bureaucracies of college dining halls at any given opportunity.

Since I’m coming clean… we also like smuggling Twizzlers into movie theaters instead of buying them at the concession stands. There. Now you know. Judge us if you must.

Thanks again to Sasha and Rick (check out the cakelava blog) for yet another home-run cake, and for the excuse to make two-bit sex jokes.